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lando and oscar absolutely ADORE seeing their marks on you and on each other. they're unbelievably possessive, but not in a controlling way -- they're very confident in your relationship. the possessiveness, rather, manifests in them leaving hickeys and love bites all over your neck, your collarbones -- your inner thighs (those are a treat just for them).

the marks that you and oscar leave on lando are usually around his chest; spots of purple can normally be found around his nipples. you and lando, however -- you leave them all over oscar's thighs. they're just begging for some attention.

they could cum just staring at the marks your nails leave behind on their backs. lando loves fucking you in missionary, just so you can leave indents over his shoulders, while oscar prefers to fuck you from behind, so he can leave marks over your neck while he presses your head into the mattress.

──── SNOWBALLING

the three of you love to do it in so many ways, when you and oscar are giving lando head -- making out with his tip resting between your lips, or simply taking turns taking him as far down your throats as possible. whichever way, you both end up swapping his cum between your lips; making lando twitch and whimper where he's watching over you, captivated by the sight of his cum being spread between your tongues, your lips. doing it while staring at him? well, he can't say he's ever gotten so hard again right after cumming in his life.

you and lando, in turn, like to do it when you take turns riding oscar. it's beyond filthy; when oscar ends up cumming in you, lando's there to pull you up and off of him by your hips, before he's forcing you to lay over oscar while he eats you out relentlessly. you'll be whimpering, hands clawing at oscar's chest, while lando devours both your pussy and oscar's cum. once he's gotten you off, he'll grab your chin, make you open your mouth, and spit oscar's cum right onto your tongue -- all the while oscar's watching from below.

lando and oscar? if it's a free night, where the three of you aren't dead-tired, they'll take turns fucking you. you'll just lie there and take it, not knowing how many times you've cum already, until lando and then oscar cum deep inside you. you think the night's over, and it's time for aftercare -- but, no. no, oscar dips down, tongue teasing at your folds, before he's grabbing lando's face and pulling him into a messy, cum-filled kiss. if you could go again, you would.

LESTAPPEN

──── HAIR PULLING

fuck, do max and charles love some subtle domination. they're both endlessly arrogant -- sometimes tasteful with it, sometimes not -- but nowhere are they as assertive with it as in the bedroom. the trust between the three of you enables a safe, comfortable, but powerful environment. you have your safe words, your physical cues. it's a perfect dynamic, between the three of you. this can be seen most overtly through the use of hair pulling.

whatever you're doing -- whether you're simply laying there, or if you're giving head, or if you're riding -- max and charles will both fist at the base of your skull, grabbing a handful of your hair, and force you to pay attention. most of the time, if you're distracted, they won't call your name. no, they'd much rather make their point very explicit. it turns you on endlessly, the way that they practically man handle you to get your attention. it's presumptuous in the best way.

it's not simply on their end, though. equally, if charles' head is buried between your thighs, you'll fist at his brunette curls and force him to go faster, deeper, harder -- practically directing him to focus on the areas where you're most sensitive. he fucking salivates at the feeling. max, too, loves it. if he's fucking you from behind, and you reach behind your shoulder to fist at his hair and shove his face into your neck, his thrusts will stutter. it just does it for him. on each other? it's mostly during blowjobs -- whoever's on their knees, be it charles or max, is getting their hair pulled.

──── EDGING

you think they're that stubborn, and don't enjoy edging? they are absolutely ruthless with it -- on each other, on you, on themselves. they have the determination to go on for a couple of hours at a time. all the things that come with it -- begging, crying, humiliation -- are just the cherries on top.

max, oftentimes, will be the one leaning against the bedhead -- arms wrapped tight around your torso where you're laying against his chest. he keeps you immobile while charles is sat between your legs -- be it with a vibrator, his fingers, or while he's fucking you -- keeping you right on the edge and disallowing release. you'll be a quivering, sobbing, desperate mess, begging for max and charles to just let you cum already, but max will just bark a sharp laugh, while charles will mockingly tut in faux-sympathy. it's as painful as it is exhilarating, and when the three of you know your limits, the eventual release is worth it.

charles, when he's had a difficult weekend, or when he's simply in the mood, will take a seat by the bed and direct both you and max. he'll tell max when to thrust, when to pull your hair, when to give you a kiss. most importantly, though, he'll tell max when to stop. he'll direct when he gets to cum -- when he gets to let you cum -- until you're both entirely focused on him, and not each other. you'll both be giving your best puppy eyes to charles, begging and whining for him to finally let you both cum; all the while, he'll be a smirking, smug asshole. it's perfect, everytime.

BEARNELLI

──── SLEEPY SEX/SOMNOPHILIA

late mornings with the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains are some of your favourites. when it's the off season, you'll find yourself buried between kimi and ollie's warm, muscled bodies. kimi's face will be drooling and pressed against the nape of your neck, while your cheek will be smooshed against ollie's chest, arm swung around his waist.

sometimes, you'll be slowly awoken -- in aching, gentle increments -- to either one of your boys grinding against you; your arse, your hip, wherever your soft, sleep-heated skin is on display and in reach. your favourite moments to wake to are when they're not awake. when their halting, desperate hip jerks and thrusts are a simple manifestation of whatever dreams are running through their minds. when their faces scrunch up in a mix of pleasure and confusion when your hand wraps around their length, and they wake up cumming into your fist, a soft flush coating their skin.

your absolute favourite is when you wake up of your own volition, to them softly making out in the golden sunlight; frotting against each other with kimi on top of ollie, spit-slicked lips sliding against each other's. they'll be making needy, quiet whines, whispering that they can't wake you up, or that they have to be quiet. all the while, you'll have just awoken, still sleepy but so very in love, and ready to find your own pleasure in their morning horniness.

──── BLINDFOLDS

the first time that you suggest bringing blindfolds into the bedroom, kimi and ollie are nervous. they insist that they love being able to look at you, at each other, during sex -- that there's no need to spice up your sex life when it's already perfect. you're understanding, of course you are, so you say that you won't pressure them to, but that you'd like for them to do some research before completely shutting it down. after a couple weeks of radio silence on the topic, it slips your mind.

so, when kimi's dexterous fingers wrap a thick, black fabric around your eyes while you're sitting on the couch next to ollie, ready to start a movie, to say that you're surprised is an understatement. your surprise doesn't do anything to quell the pure anticipation and excitement that floods through you, though. ollie's large hands wrap around your wrists, and then they're murmuring softly as they guide you to your bedroom. your skin feels alight with goosebumps, your lips slightly parted as you place, quite literally, blind trust in your partners.

the sex that follows is nothing short of breath-taking. their touch, their moans, the feeling of their lips on yours, their tongues against your clit -- it's all entirely captivating. it feels infinitely more sensitive with the blindfold, renders you helpless to their whims and movements. without being able to guess where there'll go next, each choice that they make feels catastrophic. you cum louder than you ever have before; fingers clawing against the sheets and mouth agape as you completely submit to their desires.

CHOSCAR

──── PRAISE KINK

oscar and charles are nothing if not gentlemen. between charles' raw charisma and his pure enthusiasm for life itself, and oscar's more soft-handed introversion and subtle clinginess, being their partner means nothing less than constant adoration and praise. this, of course, translates to your sex life.

even if you're having a quickie with oscar -- your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back pressed solidly against his driver's room wall -- he'll be showering your neck, shoulder, and face with kisses. you'll both be panting, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, and he'll be chanting compliments against your skin; breathy whimpers outlining just how good you are, how pretty, how he can't believe that he has the best partners in the world. you'll be cumming on his cock, walls squeezing around him, and he'll be promising that he'll give you everything in the world as he cums.

charles is slow, intimate, and soul-destroying when he fucks you. he'll have your face pressed into the pillow, his thumbs resting in the indents at your lower back, all while pressing long, gentle kisses to each knob of your spine. between each kiss, each thrust, he'll be listing something that he loves about you. he'll say how he loves the way you look at him in the morning as he pounds you, then how you sound like heaven. if oscar comes home from an obligation early, looking shy as he creaks the bedroom door open, charles will simply wave him over, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before demanding that he hold you against his chest and treat you well while charles finishes what he started.

The youngest pole sitter in history...

"Kimi Antonelli, you fucking legend"

You smiled, slinking into his driver's room to congratulate him.

"Do I get a reward?" He crooked a brow in question, shirt already disguarded and sweaty chest on display.

"You bet your ass you do..."

It was slow, sensual.

You were on top of him, sinking down on his cock slowly, intending to make him really feel it. You squeezed around him and he felt like he was losing his mind, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as he let himself be taken apart and put back together by the gentle rocking of your hips.

"This is so good" he sighed breathily "What will I get tomorrow if I win?"

You chuckled.

"Kimi, if you win tomorrow you can do absolutely anything you want to me"

He flashed you a lazy smirk. "Promise?"

"Promise" you nodded, entangling your fingers with his and held his hands against the wall while you rode him harder, pulling sweet noises from his lips that you eagerly swallowed down.

It didn't take him long to unravel, or get hard again after that. In fact you lost count of how many orgasms you had each.

The perks of youth.

There was simply no way he would win tomorrow. But you could probably hope for a podium, at least.

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Clothes were ripped off at an inhuman speed.

Kimi needed this. The adrenaline hadn't quite come down yet, and finishing tenth really hadn't been part of his plan.

You were up against the wall, getting your cunt teased and played with while he held your arms up above your head.

Lando and Oscar had 'other plans', whatever that meant, and Lewis had a bunch of meetings with Charles.

So you were once again in Kimi's driver's room, consoling the young man after his disaster of a sprint.

And there wasn't much talking going on, within seconds he was on you and begging for you, which is how you found yourself hoisted up and legs akimbo while he fucked into you, letting out all the built up frustration from the race.

He needed some kind of release before qualifying, or he felt like he would explode.

You were moaning freely, probably louder than what was acceptable given the poor soundproofing of the driver rooms, but Kimi didn't care. He couldn't stop. And the two of you were so so desperate neither of you heard the door open until a voice snapped you out of it.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry I'll come back later!"

Your heads whipped towards the sound and your heart rate spiked, until you realised it was only Ollie.

He was there to check in on his friend, not expecting him to be in the middle of... this.

"Come and join us, Ollie" you purred, and the man blushed but ultimately shut the door and shuffled over to you.

Kimi slipped out of you, and you felt disappointingly empty, so you grabbed Ollie and kissed him. Quickly undressing him, with Kimi's help, and made him kneel on the carpeted floor.

You dragged the younger man down with you, and got on all fours between them.

"Congratulations on a point, Ollie. Hope you get more, soon."

You winked at him, before taking him in your mouth while Kimi poked at your slick cunt.

You were dripping for them, and the slide was so wet Kimi suddenly had an idea.

"Ollie mate, you want to fuck her with me?"

The brit tore his eyes away from where your lips were wrapped around his cock and frowned at Kimi.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you and me, together. Inside her"

His eyebrows shut up, and he looked down at you in question.

You pulled off him with an obscene pop and nodded enthusiatically.

"I'm down"....

Ollie really hadn't expected this when he'd walked into Kimi's driver's room.

How could he have possibly known he would be laying on the couch, you and Kimi above him while your cunt was wrapped around the both of them?

He could feel every twitch, every pulse of both your walls and Kimi's cock against his own, and he felt insane.

"Please-" he choked out.

The air smelled like sweat and sex, and you were breathing deeply through the stretch of the two hard cocks pushing into you. Neither of these boys was small, and it took a minute for you adjust, but soon they were slowly thrusting in and out of you, while your greedy body swallowed them in.

He was so needy. Kimi gave an experimental thrust and the noises that came out of the three of you were... well, if anyone were to be walking by, they would know something particularly unsavoury was going on in this room.

Ollie was already gone, if you didn't know any better you'd think he was the one getting fucked.

"Fuck-" you whined, and Kimi nibbling on the skin of your neck wasn't helping. "I hope you two do well tomorrow, I wanna do this again"

They smirked at each other over your shoulder, oh yes, they were definitely doing this again.

After a while your arms gave out, and you could feel the pressure mounting inside you, ready to burst at any moment.

You were reduced to a mumbling, panting mess between them as you buried your face in the crook of Ollie's neck, and Kimi pressed you against him while they made out over your shoulder.

Talk about a bearnelli sandwich.

They were moaning desperately into it, and that plus the occasional stutter of the rythm of their hips told you they were very much enjoying doing this together, and were well on their way to their own orgasms.

It was a pretty quick affair. Kimi came first, and the added lubrication sent Ollie spiralling and he slammed into you a few times before he came as well, and then they both got you off with their hands and mouths all over your body.

They worked very well as a team, you found out.

You ended up in a sweaty pile of limbs on the couch, harsh breaths and languid kisses exchanged freely until you were all fully satisfied, and the two drivers were relaxed after that stressful race.

You were graciously invited, along with a handful of other people, to share an overnight jet to the next GP.

Every other person was sleeping, but not you and the two menaces either side of you.

The three of you played card games, UNO being both a favourite and a big source of conflict, and eventually got bored so Kimi pulled out one of those thruth or dare apps on his phone.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. "Really? God- I forget how young you are sometimes..."

Kimi just answered with a grin and typed in your names into the app.

You were older than them, but you hung around them so much nobody would be able to tell. They kept you young, and the shenanigans you got up to together were sometimes a little childish, but sue you, you liked to have fun.

So the game started, and the questions were basic.

What was your first pet's name? Hold your breath for two minutes. Where did you have your first kiss? Describe what you had for breakfast...

Real hard-hitting stuff...

You inevitably got bored. And even Ollie, who was very hard to bore, was looking around the plane like he wanted to open the nearest door and jump out.

"Why don't we just make up our own questions instead of the app generated ones?"

Ollie nodded in agreement, and Kimi frowned at his phone.

"Well... there is a "spicy" mode, if you want to try that?"

Ollie blinked and looked at you. "Sure..."

His nervous grin made you laugh.

"Don't tell me you're shy..."

You didn't notice the matching pink hue on Kimi's cheeks, as you took the phone to read out the first question.

"How many people have you slept with?... wow, really going in strong with that one" you snorted. "Uuhhh, seven or eight? I think?"

You passed the phone to Ollie for his turn, and he picked dare, to avoid having to answer any awkward questions.

"Give a kiss to the person on your left"

He looked to his left, and there was his PR officer gently snoring in the other aisle.

"Well obviously I'm not going to do that..."

"Technically if we were in a circle Kimi would be the player to your left... you know"

"Well I'm definitely not doing that!"

He was so red you feared he might combust on the spot. You just laughed at him.

"Okay okay fine, your turn Kimi"

The young Italian stared at the screen for several seconds trying to decide which option had the most potential for extreme mortification.

Kiss your mate or out yourself as a virgin... decisions, decisions.

He ended up going with truth, and immediately regretted that decision.

"When is the last time you masturbated?"

He groaned and you cackled at the question. Even Ollie managed to laugh despite him being in imminent danger of getting a much worse question.

Kimi pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Uhh... before the race yesterday"

Your eyes widened in realisation as you slapped his thigh. "Is that what I walked in on? I thought you were napping!"

Ollie couldn't breathe, Kimi was hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment and in that moment he wished the plane could just crash and end his suffering.

"Jesus... okay remind me to start knocking from now on..."

You took the phone and clicked on dare.

"Swap shirts with the person of your choice"

Ollie scoffed. "Why are you getting the tame ones?"

"No idea. Cough up the shirt, pretty boy"

He rolled his eyes and did his very best to pretend the name didn't make butterflies start clawing at his insides, and you exchanged your shirt with his.

Thankfully they were similar sizes, and you handed the phone to Ollie while Kimi stared at the back of the seat in front of him, trying to get the image of you in a bra off his retinas.

"What's your favourite sex position, oh for fuck's sake!..."

You couldn't help the loud cackle you let out, and Ollie whined.

"It's okay Ollie, you're allowed to say missionary, it's fine..." you wheezed.

He threw the phone in Kimi's lap and crossed his arms like a stroppy child.

"Yeah well, I wouldn't know, would I?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've never done missionary!"

Your jaw dropped and you blinked at him. "You've never... as in... you've never?"

"Yup..." he popped the 'p' and picked at the material of the seat.

You turned to Kimi in bewilderment. "Did you know about this?"

His wide eyes met yours. "I don't want to be a part of this conversation..."

You were taken aback by his response.

"Wait, don't tell me you're a virgin too?"

Your head snapped back and forth between them. "Two virgins? In formula 1? I think that's a historical record."

They didn't respond, and the awkward silence that followed made you regret even bringing it up.

Oddly, it was Kimi that broke it, several agonising minutes later.

"I tried to eat my ex out once... it did not go well."

"Oh no. What happened?"

"She said I was awful at it and told me to go away while she finished herself off..."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, that's so mean. I'm sure you were doing your best"

He hummed sadly and you turned to Ollie.

"You ever tried anything?"

He shrugged. "Most of the time I'm too scared to make a fool of myself so I don't really try... I fingered my ex once, I could tell she was faking it. She gave me a blowjob, it was okay but my heart wasn't in it"

"Jesus you guys really didn't get the luck of the draw..."

"Oh and one time in F2 a girl wanted to take me back to her hotel and she gave me a blowjob and before I could do anything her boyfriend arrived and almost punched me..."

You stared at him open-mouthed.

"That's... wow."

"You wouldn't happen to have any tips?"

You frowned at Ollie. "Tips?"

"Yeah, on how to do stuff. So that we can be prepared for our first times..."

"Uhhh... I guess..." your hands were sweating, this was not how you expected this conversation to go.

They looked at you expectantly, as if you were going to give them a theoretical lesson on how to do sex. An absolute nightmare scenario, you were terrible at explaining things.

"Though we could save time and energy and just do your first times. That way you don't need to stress about it"

The two of them looked like you'd just offered them a world championship.

"Really? Wouldn't that be awkward?" Ollie asked reluctantly.

You felt like your body was on fire, despite the aircon on the plane being in perfect working condition.

"I mean... it's just sex, right? It would be easier to show you. We don't even need to go all the way if you're not comfortable."

"Might as well..." Ollie shrugged. "I want to learn as much as possible"

His smile was shy but determined, and it scared you how much you suddenly wanted to teach him everything you knew.

You turned to Kimi. "What about you?"

He looked like a puppy you were wagging a treat in front of.

"I need this. I got half-hard just from seeing your bra earlier"

You glanced down, and you indeed could make out a vague bulge.

"Okay... I guess we need to find some time at some point if you're that desperate..." you laughed.

"Why not now?"

You stared. "Now?"

"Yeah. Everyone is asleep."

"No!" You hissed, even though he was actually right. "I'm not losing my job in the name of your education!"

"How about the toilets, then?"

Your jaw snapped shut.

They were weirdly spacious. And it was a know fact that private jet toilets are liminal spaces where anything goes...

You huffed.

"Fuck it"

You unbuckled your seatbelt, and the excitement was palpable in the air.

The three of you quietly shuffled up the aisle, checking that eveyone was in fact asleep, and piled into the bathroom.

To say it was awkward was a severe understatement.

"So..." you looked at them. Ollie was sitting on the toilet lid and Kimi was leaning on the wall opposite where you were perched on the sink. "Any questions? About... I don't know, anything?"

"Are the g-spot and the clit the same thing?"

They nodded, hanging onto every word.

Your eyebrows jumped up in surprise.

"Straight in, okay... no they are not. The clit is on the outside, well, mainly on the inside actually but for the purposes of this conversation it's on the outside. The g-spot is on the inside and isn't really in the same place for everybody."

"And what's that thing inside... it's like, sort of hard but squishy? I felt it when I fingered my ex but I was too embarrassed to ask what it was..."

You frowned, having to think about it for a second...

"You mean the cervix? Do you not know what the cervix is?"

They shook their heads and you facepalmed.

"Okay so the cervix is the entrance to the uterus... that's where babies grow. You can't accidentally go in the uterus because the hole is tiny, but you can feel it, and it bruises easily so you can't ram into it like a maniac, got it?."

They noded in sync.

"Any other questions?"

"Can we see?"

"Uhh, sure. But first..."

You blinked.

See... good lord.

You pulled Ollie's shirt over your head and watched with great satisfaction as their eyes bugged.

You turned around and looked back at them with an evil smile. "Now who knows how to unclip a bra?"

Ollie stood up and gulped. With shaky fingers he attempted something he thought was right, which didn't work.

"I think you have to-"

Kimi joined him and tried something else, which didn't work either. "Uhhh..."

You snorted with laughter and they pouted.

"I don't mean to laugh, but two formula one drivers being confused by a bra is really funny... you see the little hooks? You have to unhook them from the hoops, one finger on each side and make a pinching motion"

Kimi tried it and his eyes lit up adorably when it worked.

"Good. Point to Kimi."

He grinned, and Ollie pouted a little but immediately stopped when you shucked the bra off and turned back to face them.

The completely awed silence in which they stared at your tits was possibly the oddest moments of your life.

"Take a picture it'll last longer"

They giggled like children, and you took Ollie's hand in yours to put it on your breast, nipple already perked with the cool air of the cabin.

"Lesson two: not everyone likes having their tits played with, but I have very sensitive nipples so you can touch, but be gentle."

His thumb stroked across it gently like instructed, and you shivered.

"Good. Kimi?"

The Mercedes driver put his hand on your other breast, and gave it a tentative squeeze. "I like them..."

You snorted. "Thank you Kimi, much appreciated"

"Can I use my mouth?"

You felt your cheeks burn at the question.

"Yeah. Go ahead"

Slowly, infuriatingly slowly he leaned in, pressed a light kiss just below your nipple before wrapping his lips around it.

His eyes closed automatically and he gave a light suck. Both Ollie and yourself were transfixed.

Then you looked at the taller man and pulled him forward by his (your) shirt.

"Show me how you kiss"

He did. And you were frankly shocked at how good he was at it. He was slow and precise, lips moving just enough to keep it going but without any hint of the clumsy desperation you'd expect.

Kimi whining brought you out of your trance and you giggled at his kicked puppy expression, so you let them swap. Ollie's tongue worked on your nipple as Kimi leaned in to kiss you, breathless from how excited he was.

He was also good. Slightly more desperate than Ollie, but he absolutely knew what he was doing...

"How are you two still virgins with that kind of talent?" You panted.

"We practiced a lot in formula 2..."

The way Kimi said it made something tick inside you.

"What, with each other?"

"Umm... yeah..." Ollie scratched his neck shyly and you gawped.

"Okay, that I have to see"

You leaned back and motioned between them. "Go on"

"That's so awkward" Ollie whined.

"I'm about to let you fuck me, the least you can do is kiss Kimi in front of me"

He huffed, cheeks flaming, and dragged Kimi in by the shirt and your jaw dropped at how fast it happened.

The sight was... quite something.

It was obvious they'd done this alot, they were so comfortable with each other, and knew exactly what the other liked.

"If you were so embarrassed about being virgins why didn't you just fuck each other?"

It was sadly over far too soon, and after they looked at you expectantly.

They frowned, as if the thought hadn't occured to them before.

"We're not gay"

You burst out laughing.

"Okay. Whatever you say."

"Can we move on? I'm so hard it hurts"

You rolled your eyes, dropping it for now.

They helped you get your sweats and underwear off, and got on their knees in front of you.

"Okay. Kimi, show me what you did with your ex."

He was visibly nervous, but he went in, tongue first, and gave it the old college try.

It wasn't awful, but he was a little uncoordinated, so you tugged on his hair to move him around.

"Slow circles, just like that. You feel that, there?"

He nodded, eyes fixed on you.

"That, dear boy, is my clit. Don't go too hard on it, but that's where you should focus your efforts."

One thing that could be said for him, is that he took direction very well. He was laser focused, alternating between broad licks and tight circles.

"Good. That's really good, Kimi." You sighed, noting the way Ollie was palming himself while his hungry gaze took averything in.

Kimi was forced to stop to catch his breath, which you hadn't noticed he was holding.

"You okay?" You asked.

"Perfect." he rasped. "Ollie you have got to taste her."

Ollie nodded and took Kimi's place between your thighs.

Just like his kissing, he was slower, more methodical. His tongue dipped inside you slowly, as deep as he could get it while he took the liberty of curling an arm around your thigh to circle your clit with his thumb.

You appreciated the initiative and you gave him an impressed look when he looked up at you.

"Okay. Nice. Now show me what you do with your fingers"

He nodded and sucked a couple of fingers into his mouth to wet them before pushing inside you slowly.

His fingers were much thicker and longer than yours, and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you.

He reached into the deepest parts of you then stopped and looked at you quizzically.

"Cervix?" he mumbled against you.

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah. Cervix"

He hummed and continued, thrusting them in and out slowly, gaging your reactions.

"Okay, it's not terrible. Try pressing the pads of your fingers upwards, can you feel where it's a little rougher?"

He searched around for a second and pressed right into that spongey spot inside you, making you gasp and moan.

"There?"

"Yep. There. Fuck-" he did it again and your hips rolled in time with his movements. "That is usually where the g-spot is, and it's like anything, start pretty gentle then you can build up a rhythm that is different for everyone, I like slow and deep-"

Ollie had a shit-eating grin on his face as he got the movement exactly right. And the moan you let out was a tiny bit embarrassing.

"Like that?"

His smirk made your stomach flip.

"Fucker. Yeah, exactly like that."

And then, always the risk-taker, he licked a broad stripe over your clit at the same pace as his fingers, and you had to grab his hair to ground yourself as you felt the coil in your belly suddenly tighten.

"Fuck. Fuck- Ollie. Shit"

You didn't have the heart to tell him to stop so you let him carry on, and your orgasm crested when he gave your clit a gentle suck, and he felt on top of the world when he realised you were coming thanks to him, when your thighs clenched around his head tightly until you were gasping for air and you had to slap his forehead to make him stop.

You looked at Kimi, who had a hand down his pants and a light pout on his face.

"Give me a second, you're fucking me next" you panted, and he perked up.

Ollie was grinning madly and you'd almost felt like slapping him, if you weren't currently filling up with pride that your student was learning so fast.

Kimi was very eager to get inside you, so he was thankful that you were so wet after your orgasm that he could slide in without too much effort.

"That's it. Slow and steady, always check in with your partner in case they're in pain."

Kimi stopped halfway in. "Does it hurt?"

You giggled. "No, you prepped me so it's fine"

He carried on, and your composure started to crack. It was getting harder to hide how affected you were by Kimi. He was thick, and the stretch made your breath hitch when he bottomed out.

"Fuck" he panted. "It's so warm"

You smiled, pulling him flush against you.

"You can move if you want. Start small and build up whatever rhythm feels good"

He nodded, face pressed into your shoulder as he rolled his hips and moaned.

He did as you said, slowly pulling out more and more on every thrust until he was fucking you in earnest, watching his own cock drip with your juices.

He didn't last very long, the whole thing being a little overwhelming and in a hoarse attempt at speaking, he asked you where he was allowed to come.

"Inside me if you want, I'm on birth control."

He groaned and crashed his lips to yours, more panting than kissing as he came hard, inside another person for the first time ever.

It sort of fried his brain if he was honest, and it took him a few moments to ride out the aftershocks before he could move again.

"That was amazing" he wheezed with a wide grin.

You chuckled, and gave his cheek a light pat. "See, nothing to be nervous about"

He nodded, a little shy and he helped you down from the counter on wobbly legs.

You looked at Ollie. "Your turn?"

He had a wet patch on the front of his pants.

"With pleasure. How do you wanna...?"

You turned around again and grinned at him in the mirror. "Like this?"

He gulped and nodded, glancing down to where you were arching your back, and at Kimi's come dripping out of you.

"Definitely better than missionary..."

The three of you laughed at that.

"Yeah, well... people don't usually lose their virginity in plane bathrooms, the two of you are just special like that" you teased.

Ollie pulled his clothes off, and slid his cock through the mess, and you watched his face go slack when he pushed inside a little.

"Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong" he muttered.

You nodded, and then moaned loudly when he pushed in in one slow thrust.

The angle was very different, and so perfect that on the second thrust your arms gave up and your bent over and clutched the edges of the sink.

"God-" you panted against the mirror.

"No, just me" Ollie replied in your ear, and you could hear the smirk in his tone.

You groaned, both at the lameness of him and the way his cock was buried deep inside you. He sped up a little, the drag of him inside you was turning your mind to mush and you needed more.

"Harder" you gasped, and he was happy to oblige. His hips slapped against your skin and your eyes rolled back into your skull as you took one of his hands and lead it towards where you were joined.

"Touch me" you pleaded.

He was a little confused at first, distracted by your heat tightening around him, but he remembered what he did with his hands earlier and touched your clit gently, testing the waters before rubbing slow circles into it.

You guided him at first, showing him the right pressure and pace, and soon he had your legs trembling with the effort of holding you up while your orgasm built up inside you.

"M'gonna come-" you panted "Come with me?"

He nodded and grunted against the skin of your shoulder, teeth digging into his bottom lip to keep from letting out embarrassing noises, instead focusing on you and getting you to your orgasm.

When you finally came, a moan was forced out of him with how tight your cunt was squeezing around him, and he bit your shoulder lightly when his own orgasm hit him.

You were a heap of hot, sweaty limbs by the time you'd both come back to your senses, and Kimi was sitting on the toilet lid, looking thouroughly entertained.

"Enjoy the show?" You teased and he nodded eagerly.

"Very nice" he answered, and handed you some paper towels to clean yourself up.

You and Ollie chuckled, and did your best to get yourselves decent again.

Unfortunately nothing could be done about the way you were all glowing and flushed when you came out of the toilet, with only 20 minutes until landing, and were met with mildly impressed and very much entertained stares from the only other people on the jet who were awake.

"Having fun, are we?"

George and Valtteri were sat next to each other, facing you, and you really wished you had a gun on you at that point.

You Ollie and Kimi all started talking at the same time but George waved you off.

"Oh my god." "Please don't-" "It's not what-"

"It's fine. We're the only ones who heard, just be a bit more discreet next time you fancy a shag, yeah?"

Your face burned as you sat down, and you could barely look at each other until the jet landed.

"So..." Kimi sighed when you were waiting for your ubers outside the airport.

"I don't know about you but I wouldn't mind a few more lessons... to make sure..."

Ollie laughed and you snorted.

"What the hell, sure. But no more planes. From now on we stick to hotels. Don't want any one else catching us"

You watched Valtteri wink at you cheekily from the end of the taxi rank before climbing in a car with his manager...

"Deal"

Everything gets infinitely worse when, because he's an idiot, he throws himself into the Monaco harbor to honor the winners' tradition and comes back looking like Mr. Darcy emerging from the lake. Well. A slightly sillier Mr. Darcy. And a much hotter one.

His Mercedes shirt is absolutely soaked, clinging to him in a way that should probably be illegal. Every line of his stomach is suddenly visible beneath the fabric, and your brain immediately starts thinking about—

No. Absolutely not. You are trying to be supportive. You are trying to be normal. You are trying very hard not to stare.

"Oh, come on," you mutter to yourself as he runs a hand through his dripping hair.

Because honestly? There should be regulations against looking like that. Especially when he keeps catching you staring and smiling about it.

“I'd give all my money to know what's going on inside this head,” he says, tapping your forehead with his index finger while biting his lower lip.

Your cheeks immediately burst into flames. Your hand drops to his shoulders, to the soaked fabric of his shirt, and you shake your head.

“I'm not thinking about anything. Nothing at all,” you insist, pointedly avoiding his gaze.

Kimi narrows his eyes.

“Thinking about those five times I'm going to make you come later?” he asks.

Evil. Absolutely evil. Your eyes go wide, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth.

“Kimi! We're in public! Shut up!” you hiss.

He only laughs against your palm.

Slowly, you pull your hand away. Somewhere nearby, someone from the team notices the two of you and snaps a picture. A second later, Kimi wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him.

Completely soaked.

Which means you're completely soaked too.

You want to complain. You're wearing a brand-new outfit, after all. But then his mouth is on yours and suddenly, there isn't a single coherent thought left inside your head.

The moment you get home, everything goes to hell.

Kimi doesn't even give you a chance to think before sliding his hands beneath your shirt and steering you toward the couch. He kisses you with so much enthusiasm that all you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. It's one of those kisses. The kind that make your toes curl and leave you feeling like you might actually float away. The kind that fill your stomach with butterflies while awakening something warm and restless deep inside you.

Unfortunately, somebody has to be the rational one here, and you know for a fact it won't be the man who's still floating on a cloud of post-victory euphoria. So, reluctantly, you pull back. Just a little. Kimi doesn't understand. He immediately tries to follow you, but you stop him by pressing a finger against his lips.

A deeply offended sound escapes him.

“Baby. Baby. I—” He moves your hand away and kisses you. You try again. “The door.” Another kiss. “Baby.” Kiss. You grab his face between both hands and wrinkle your nose. “Baby!”

He tips his head back with an exasperated huff, rolling his eyes. Then he lets go of you, turns on his heel, and literally runs to the front door. He slams it shut and locks it like a man with a personal vendetta against doors before turning back around. You're already waiting for him, arms open. The sight makes him stop for half a second.

“Well, now we can finally…— Hey!” You were about to kiss him, for God's sake.

But now one of his arms is hooked beneath your legs, and somehow you're suddenly in his arms without having the slightest idea when that happened.

Apparently, Kimi has given up on the couch. He's also given up on conversation.

As you cling to his neck, eyes slightly wide — because, fuck... that's hot — he marches straight toward the bedroom with the kind of determination usually reserved for race strategy meetings. Not a single word. Not a single ounce of hesitation. Just a very clear objective.

“So... what's going on?” you ask, peering over his shoulder.

Kimi shrugs.

“That door cost me about ten seconds,” he replies without missing a beat. “I can no longer afford to give you the quick make-out session I originally had planned.”

“Oh? There were plans?”

“Well, obviously.” He gives you a look. “You see, I've been half-hard ever since I kissed you at the harbor.”

Oh, fucking fuck.

He tosses you onto the bed, earning a surprised squeak from you. Kimi doesn't even bother taking off his shirt. His mouth is on yours before you can ask another question, stealing a heated kiss from you as his hand slips beneath your shirt once again without an ounce of shame. None!

You let your fingers tangle in his hair, and Kimi lets out something dangerously close to a groan against your lips because he likes feeling your nails scrape against his scalp.

Likes it so much it's almost ridiculous.

You remember the first time you discovered it by accident — the way you'd instinctively grabbed at his hair after he'd done something particularly unfair with his hands and mouth, only to feel him freeze beneath you for a split second.

That had been all the confirmation you needed.

Unfortunately, discovering Kimi's weakness also means learning about retaliation. And right now, his hand drifts beneath the fabric just below your bra without ever quite touching your skin. Close enough to make your breath hitch. Not close enough to satisfy. So fucking unfair.

You let him. You let all of it happen because today is his day.

“What happened to my little complainer?” he asks between kisses, his mouth moving from yours to your cheek and then down to your jaw.

A soft laugh escapes you, and you drag your nails a little deeper through his hair. Kimi nearly melts.

“Don't do that...” he purrs, though there's absolutely no conviction behind the words.

You smile.

“I don't have a single complaint today, Grand Slam.” The smile tugging at your lips is impossible to hide. “Besides, don't you have a promise to keep?”

His kisses trail down to the exposed skin near your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt dips lower. Small nips against your skin send a shiver through you, anticipation curling low in your stomach.

He nods.

“I do,” he murmurs, sending a shiver down your spine.

His mouth brushes over the curve of your covered chest before trailing lower, over your shirt, down and down until he reaches your stomach. Then Kimi lifts his head slightly… And stops. You can see his breathing deepen, his chest rising and falling as though he's bracing himself for something significant.

His hands find the hem of your shirt, and his first instinct is simply to pull it upward.

The movement is slightly unsteady. Kimi doesn't quite know what to do with the sheer amount of want coursing through him. Still, he lifts the fabric slowly, exposing your skin inch by inch.

Your breathing turns uneven.

Another wave of shivers follows, sparked by the friction of the fabric against your skin. Kimi lowers himself again, settling comfortably between your legs before pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your waist. Your eyes flutter shut. He keeps going… A kiss to your stomach. Then another. Slowly, unhurriedly, he traces a path from one side to the other, following the line of your waist as though he has all the time in the world.

He lifts your shirt a little higher, and you have to shift to help him, but Kimi never stops pressing kisses to your skin. Every inch of it. And when your hand finds the back of his neck, it feels almost like a plea. Please don't stop. He isn't going to. Not yet.

Kimi lifts himself up again only to help you pull the shirt over your head, carefully guiding it past your hair. The sight alone seems to steal the air from his lungs. He doesn't toss the shirt aside. He sets it down. A little wrinkled, maybe, but set down all the same.

Then he looks back at you.

That's what destroys you. The way he looks at you. The way his gaze lingers on your partially bare torso as though he's staring at the trophy waiting at the top step of the podium.

You bite your lower lip. Kimi swallows hard.

The choice is yours.

You push yourself upright, sitting on the bed as you hold his gaze. Your hands move behind your back and undo the clasp. The straps slide slowly from your shoulders until you can take the garment in your hands.

You're about to say something. Kimi doesn't let you. Again.

He kisses you like a starving man, one hand finding your waist once again with the apparent goal of pulling you even closer. As if that were possible. How could you possibly get any closer than this?

Oh, Kimi has an idea.

Without breaking the kiss, he grabs your bra and tosses it in the general direction of the rest of your clothes. Whether it actually lands anywhere near them is anyone's guess. Kimi isn't looking. He's far too distracted for that.

Instead, he shifts your positions. Suddenly, you're sitting in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist while he pulls back just long enough to drag his own shirt over his head.

You don't get the chance to properly admire the strong line of his arms or the abs you've always been far too fond of. Your lips are already together again. Your tongues are a mess, the kiss so sloppy it feels almost impossible to keep up with, but you don't care. Your hand finds its way to his back, your nails dragging lightly across the expanse as though searching for yet another way to get even closer.

Then he stops kissing you.

His mouth travels lower.

Back to your neck. He leaves a bite there, as though he's trying to carve himself into your soul, and a soft sound escapes you. He's not satisfied. Kimi bites a little harder. This time, the sound he draws from you is louder, and your arms tighten instinctively around him.

His hand moves upward. He doesn't linger. He doesn't hesitate.

He simply cups your breast in his palm, your nipple slipping between his fingers before he gives it a gentle tug, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. The sensation alone is almost too much. He squeezes a little harder, and somehow that still isn't enough for him.

Kimi pushes you back just enough to create some space, then immediately closes the distance again, his mouth taking the place his hand had occupied only moments before. Your head falls back helplessly, your eyes squeezing shut so tightly that you can't remember how you'd ever managed to keep them open in the first place.

The thing about Kimi is that he's never in just one place.

While his tongue flicks over your nipple, effectively obliterating the last surviving fragment of your sanity, the hand that had been resting on your waist tightens enough for you to know there'll be finger-shaped marks there tomorrow.

“I thought you were planning on doing other things...” you manage between a breathless laugh and a gasp, mostly because you enjoy distracting him.

Critical error.

Kimi sucks harder, the sharp sting making your nails rake across his skin. He lets out a low laugh before lifting his head and brushing his lips against your chin.

“Could you be quiet for a second?” he says, his voice muffled against your skin. “I'm having a very serious discussion down here. Quiet.”

“With that strategy,” you say, the words requiring considerably more effort than they should have, “you're not getting anywhere close to those five times.”

His hand closes around your throat, and a second later your back hits the mattress. There goes your ability to breathe.

“You want those five times? Fine.” he says, dark curls falling into his eyes as he hovers over you. “You're going to get your five times.”

A nearly wicked smile spreads across your face because you know exactly what you've just set into motion. Your entire body burns with anticipation, and your legs instinctively try to draw together in search of some kind of relief.

Kimi notices immediately.

“Open.”

His hand moves to the button of your jeans, undoing it without taking his eyes off yours. You actually obey, parting your legs a little wider, only to watch his jaw tighten, his self-control hanging by a thread.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, exposing a glimpse of the fabric beneath. For a moment, it almost looks like he's trying to be patient. Almost. Then he abandons the effort entirely. He drags both garments down in one motion, letting them slide along your legs. And damn it, he'd like to treat them with the same care he'd shown the clothes he'd taken off before. He really would. But Kimi can't take it anymore.

He lets everything fall to the floor.

With his hands wrapped around your ankles, he lifts your legs slightly and leans forward at the same time. The movement is simple. His hands glide up your calves until they reach the backs of your knees. His lips find the top of your left knee, leaving a gentle kiss against your skin.

Finally, his eyes land exactly where they've wanted to be ever since he stepped down from that podium.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

“See something you like?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, that smile still hiding behind your bitten lower lip.

Kimi looks up at you. Flat. One eyebrow rises. You raise yours right back. Then, completely catching you off guard, he slides two fingers inside you and curls them just right, forcing your eyes shut as your back arches off the mattress.

Your lips part around a soundless gasp. One hand tangles in the bedsheets.

“Asshole...” you breathe.

Now it's his smile hiding behind a bitten lip. He leans over you, his hand remaining exactly where it is.

“What were you saying?” he murmurs, bringing his mouth closer to yours.

“I was saying tha—” You don't get to finish.

He curls his fingers the same way again.

A helpless sound escapes you, and you wrap one arm around him for support while the other remains trembling against the bed.

The bastard laughs. Actually laughs.

Fuck.

“You're so sensitive,” he says, stealing a quick kiss. Down below, he pulls his fingers back just halfway before sliding them inside you again. The sound that leaves you is positively obscene. “And you're so wet it's almost ridiculous…”

“Kimi... love...” you moan, involuntarily rolling your hips against his hand in search of more.

That's when his thumb finds your clit, and your legs threaten to close because, fuck. He moves slowly. Painfully slowly. So slowly that it makes you shiver.

“I know, love. I know...” he murmurs, sounding almost apologetic.

The kiss he gives you is just as slow as the movement of his fingers. In and out. At the same time, his teeth graze your lower lip in a gentle bite that draws a whimper from you.

“You want it faster?” he whispers against your mouth.

All you can manage is a breathless nod. Once again, he laughs. And then he gives in.

His fingers speed up, driving deeper, curling in that maddening way that has you grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him closer. Because when you come, you want to be kissing him.

He knows that.

“Come on, love. You can come for me,” he murmurs, his thumb moving with a practiced confidence.

He knows exactly what works.

You come apart from the combination of everything — his fingers, his voice, the permission… Fuck. Your vision goes white. Your breath vanishes. It feels like being struck by lightning. Your legs tighten around his hand as the world slowly begins to make sense again, your body struggling to remember how to function.

Kimi keeps you suspended in that feeling for a little longer, until you're far too sensitive to let him continue. Then, slowly — earning a soft sound from you in the process — he withdraws his fingers. He brings them to his mouth and runs his tongue between them.

“That’s one,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Hm?” you ask, still breathless.

“The first one.” Another kiss lands on your cheek. “I still have four more to get out of you.”

Kimi drops onto the bed beside you, his head sinking into the pillow. All you can do is follow the movement with your eyes, seemingly incapable of moving much yourself. Your legs feel like jelly, and for a moment, you genuinely think you might not have the strength to continue with the rest of your day. And he says there are still four left...

You're so boneless you can barely process the thought.

“Are you just going to lie there?” he asks, poking your shoulder with his index finger.

“What exactly do you expect me to do?” you reply, covering your eyes with your forearm. “I'm dead.”

He pokes you again.

“So dramatic. We haven't even started yet. Come on. Come here. You've got this.”

You lower your arm and meet his gaze.

Kimi wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You immediately shake your head, finally attempting to push yourself up onto your elbows.

“There she is. Hi,” he says, the idiot, holding his arms out toward you.

With considerable effort, you drag yourself toward him and let your body collapse on top of his. Kimi immediately reaches up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You okay? Yeah?” he asks. When you nod, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Very good.” Another kiss. “Now sit on my face.”

You blink.

“What?”

“You heard me. Come on. We don't have time to waste.”

And now he's nudging you gently, as though encouraging you to do exactly what he just suggested. Your mouth falls open in disbelief because… What an absolute menace. Sure, it wouldn't be the first time. But the context of the conversation somehow makes it worse. You let out a slow breath and finally pull back enough to look at him properly.

“I am not taking responsibility if you suffocate,” you warn, pointing a finger at his chest.

The smile he gives you could probably power the entire universe.

“I'd die a very happy man if I were suffocated by your thighs.”

And somehow, after everything that is what makes you blush. You roll your eyes and look away.

“I'd argue with you,” you say, swallowing hard as you adjust your legs around him, settling onto his stomach, “but I think it's probably better if you stay quiet.”

From where he's lying, Kimi licks his lips, his gaze traveling slowly over your bare body with a devotion that sends another shiver through you, as though he were touching you already.

Naturally, that familiar feeling returns immediately. That restless ache. That impossible desire to pull him closer still, until he becomes an inseparable part of you.

“Better for who?” he asks, his hands finding your hips.

“For my sanity,” you answer softly, already beginning to lift yourself.

Kimi helps guide you, his hands pressing gently against your hips until you're positioned exactly where he wants you, your legs on either side of his head. He bites his lower lip and lets out a slow breath. The warm air brushes against your skin, drawing a quiet sigh from you.

With a little more pressure, his hands tighten around your hips before sliding farther back. That way, he can lower you slowly until… Until his mouth is there.

It's only a touch. Just the first contact. And Kimi knows he made the right decision saving this for number two, because your legs are already weak enough that supporting your own weight feels like an impossible task. In fact, the moment his tongue slips out and traces along you, so close that there's nowhere left to escape the sensation, all you can do is let out a helpless sound and pitch forward, forcing yourself to brace against the headboard for support.

Oh, and Kimi is in heaven. Kimi is absolutely in heaven.

If you knew how good you tasted, you'd never leave his mouth again. Never be selfish enough to let him wander off and live a life anywhere else when he could remain permanently attached to this particular part of you.

Because, fuck.

His tongue finds a rhythm. The way he manages it, he lets it slip inside you once, twice, three times before dragging it back up again. You're trembling above him. And Kimi is so hard it hurts. It takes an almost inhuman amount of self-control not to completely lose himself over how good you are.

He circles that sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, slowly at first. That's when one of your hands finds its way into his hair. Kimi lets out a low sound that vibrates through you, and somehow that only encourages him further.

His pace quickens.

The room fills with the evidence of his enthusiasm, and you— God. You don't stand a chance. Drawn forward by the sensation, you roll your hips against him without thinking.

Kimi groans again. Your fingers tighten in his hair. Something in his expression changes. He suddenly stills, one hand gripping your thigh a little tighter.

“O-Okay?” you ask, glancing down.

His hands tighten around your thighs. One second passes. Then another. No answer.

The answer comes in the form of renewed determination. You look toward the ceiling, your breath catching as he resumes, and before long that relentless rhythm is threatening to steal every coherent thought you have left. Kimi only needs a few more seconds before you completely fall apart.

This one hits harder than the last.

The force of it leaves you shaking, collapsing fully against the headboard as you struggle to catch your breath, sensitive and overwhelmed.

For a moment, you think Kimi is finally going to stop. He doesn't. He stays exactly where he is. Both arms wrap around your waist, holding you firmly in place while he continues at the same relentless pace, even as you try to remember how to function.

“Love... love...” you complain, a tear threatening to spill over. “It's too much...”

He doesn't stop. Your fingers tighten around the wood of the headboard, and a cry escapes you when he doubles down.

You're so sensitive. So unbearably sensitive.

By the time another wave crashes through you, all you can do is press your forehead against the wood and let it carry you away.

Finally. Finally, he stops.

You hear the sound of his head dropping back against the bed and the heavy breathing of someone who's just run two marathons.

“Two and three...” he murmurs, his lips glistening.

What is he even talking about?

Your brain is little more than a faint buzz at this point. You're so out of it that you barely notice when he gently lifts you off him and settles you back onto the bed. Kimi runs a hand through his hair and rolls closer until he's practically pressed against you, burying his face in your neck.

“I'm listening to your heartbeat. Alive,” he whispers.

And somehow, incredibly, you manage a tired little laugh.

“These trophies are really getting to your head, babe...” you murmur.

He wrinkles his nose, a small smile tugging at his lips, and lifts his head just enough to look at you from up close. A groan escapes you. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a long sigh.

“What?” he asks, brushing his nose against your cheek.

“You look so pretty...” you admit without opening your eyes.

“And that's why you closed your eyes?”

You nod.

“I can't stand looking at you.”

He laughs.

“And what's so pretty?”

“Everything.”

His smile grows. A kiss lands on your cheek. Then another on the tip of your nose. Slowly, you open your eyes, and a soft sigh escapes you because he's right there.

So close.

Your hand drifts up to his face, resting briefly against his chin before your fingers brush over his cheekbones.

“Your cheeks are red,” you murmur. “And your mouth... really, really red...”

Your gaze drifts upward lazily toward his curls, and you laugh again.

“Your hair...” You shake your head fondly. “Beautiful. An absolute mess.”

Kimi settles into your hand, leaning into the touch while never taking his eyes off you. His tongue drags slowly across his lower lip.

“I saw you looking at me earlier. Up on the podium.”

“Did you?”

He nods.

“What were you thinking?”

“Hm...” You purse your lips, pretending to consider the question. “That you're the best driver on the grid. And that if anyone was going to break records at your age, it should be you.”

Kimi blinks. Then bites his lower lip.

“I thought I'd never been so proud of someone in my entire life.” Your thumb brushes lightly across his cheek. “And that you deserve every second of this.”

Now it's his hand that rises to your face. His palm cups your jaw, and with gentle pressure, he draws you closer once again. He presses a soft kiss to your lips and brushes his nose against yours.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

You smile, your hand finding the back of his neck as you lean in for another kiss. The contact is firmer this time. Kimi isn't teasing anymore. But neither is there any trace of his usual provocation.

No.

He's simply kissing you. Careful. Gentle. Like someone who knows exactly what he's doing. A love letter in the form of a kiss. You remember what it was like in the beginning, when you shared that first kiss. He'd always been careful. Always been a very good kisser. But somewhere along the way, something changed. It stopped being about technique and became... this.

Became this warm, safe feeling that wakes up inside you every single time.

His hand is warm against your back as it slides down to the base of your spine. You know he's been holding himself back until now. You know he's been savoring the moment. You also know it probably hasn't been particularly comfortable for him. So, even as you're kissing him, your hand drifts down to the fastening of his jeans, still far too tight, growing less forgiving with every passing minute.

Kimi doesn't question it. He doesn't make a joke. He simply lets you undo the button and zipper, helping with his own hands as he pushes the fabric lower. With his feet, he finishes pulling everything off, dragging the fabric down his legs until it ends up somewhere on the floor, leaving him completely bare.

You hook a leg around his hip, pulling him closer, and feel him brush against you — warm, hard, and almost feverish with anticipation. Kimi hisses. Your hand slips between the two of you, and when you touch him, a shaky groan spills against your mouth.

You swallow the sound.

Like you've done this a thousand times before, you guide him where he needs to be, and Kimi takes care of the rest. He rolls his hips forward, and the familiar feeling has you tightening your arms around him, holding him close. You stop kissing him only to hide your face in the curve of his neck.

Then he starts to move.

“Ah, fuck...” he murmurs, breathless.

“What?” you ask, brushing your nose against the skin of his neck before a helpless sound escapes you.

Kimi's arms tighten around you, drawing you even closer.

“You,” he says, still short of breath. “Us. Today. Fuck, it's the best day of my life.”

A rough laugh slips from your throat. You kiss him, brushing the damp hair away from his forehead. Then you press a kiss to his forehead too, but the sweet moment is quickly interrupted by his movements, and you're forced to cling to him again.

This time, it's Kimi who laughs softly. But you tighten around him, and he immediately grits his teeth, going completely still.

“Hey!” you complain.

“Don't do that. You're going to kill me.”

A smile spreads across your face as you rest your forehead against his.

“Start moving again, Grand Slam.”

And he does. The motion draws a quiet sigh from you.

“That nickname is so ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah,” he says, a grin tugging at his lips. “I'm a champion.”

A laugh bursts out of you, and a second later your lips are on his again. And you're so happy. And he's so happy. And everything feels so warm and wonderful that you can hardly believe this is your life. That you get to hold this boy in your arms while he—

While he—

The thought never quite finishes forming.

His hand slips between the two of you once more, and the sudden sensation has you clutching at him instinctively, your vision threatening to blur.

“Love... fuck. That feels so good...” you mumble, the words running together.

He speeds up just a little. Just enough. The combination of everything, the warmth, the closeness, the way he's holding you, sends another wave crashing through you.

Your breath catches. The room tilts. You have to hold on to him tighter.

“Four,” he declares, arching an eyebrow as his head drops onto your shoulder, one hand spread wide across your back.

Gentle once again, he rolls you back onto the bed, easing you down onto the mattress before adjusting the pillow beneath your head to make sure you're completely comfortable.

Even though your body feels almost numb, he still takes care of you, making sure you're alright.

His eyes meet yours, and you nod.

He settles himself between your legs, and when he lowers his head to rest his forehead against yours, you know you don't have to do anything else. Kimi will take care of everything.

The boy who won five races in a row. The boy who has won your heart more times than you could ever count. The boy you love so much that sometimes it feels like your chest might burst from it. You know he'll take care of everything.

Even though you're still incredibly sensitive, your eyes drift shut the moment you feel him again. This time, Kimi doesn't make any effort to hold himself back. The moment is quiet, almost as though he's searching for something. He moves slowly at first, and your eyes squeeze shut.

His pace isn't frantic.

If anything, for the first time all day, it feels like this is just a little bit about him, and he's trying to reach something specific. Your lips purse, and you feel the first tear slip down your cheek.

Kimi brushes it away with his thumb and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“My love, I'm sorry... I need... I...” he says, the words falling apart before he can make sense of them.

Then the rhythm breaks. His movements lose their careful order. A little faster now. Gradually.

“It’s okay, love. It’s okay,” you say, your hand finding its way into his hair, right to the spot he can never resist.

Right there. His favorite place. Kimi knows he’s not going to last. Kimi knows he can’t keep holding on much longer. But there’s one last thing...

He can only do what he did before. His mind, drained of coherent thought by the overwhelming haze of pleasure, leaves him running on instinct alone.

His hand trembles.

A groan escapes him when he hears one slip from you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s trying. And the sight of his face drawn tight because of you, the way his thumb moves with determined precision, the sweat trailing down his neck toward his chest...

God. You lose yourself all over again. A soft cry escapes you. Another tear slips from the corner of your eye. And while you cling to him, Kimi manages only a couple more movements before he groans too.

Desperate.

Finally reaching the peak he’d saved for the very end.

And then— He falls apart on top of you.

“Holy fuck...” he murmurs, completely wrecked. “Five.”

Your eyes are closed, your arms spread out, your hair fanned across the pillow when your leg suddenly twitches in a rather embarrassing spasm.

He smiles and wrinkles his nose.

“Still feeling it?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, completely without strength.

“I’m going to get some water in a second...” he says, swallowing hard as he pulls you into a hug.

“Love, you don’t have to...”

“Shhhh,” he complains.

You fall silent. Kimi hugs you a little tighter, and with a sigh, he does his best to lift his upper body, a task that seems to require every last bit of strength he has left.

You don't complain. You don't stop him. Not because you want him doing all these things for you, but because… Because...

Uh.

Why, exactly?

Your head lolls to the side, your eyes already closed, and you vaguely get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you're falling asleep. The sound of a glass being set down on the nightstand doesn't register at all.

But you do hear Kimi's quiet little laugh. The cool sensation of a damp towel against your skin doesn't wake you either. Nothing does. But you remember hearing the air conditioner click on. And you remember the moment you instinctively cling to Kimi when he lies back down beside you. You remember the soft blanket he pulls over both of you. And you remember mumbling something along the lines of:

“Congratulations... on the wins... love...”

To what? 

Well... it wasn't that hard to put two and two together, was it? 

Kimi, the sweet little golden boy of Formula One, was an incorrigible man.  

No one knew him for what he really was. Or how he was.  

Every free day, every free second he had. His driver's room, the bathroom, the kitchen counter, the balcony, the car, under the table...  whether it was shorts, jeans, a skirt, or a dress you wore... his head was between your legs all the goddamn time.  

It was 'only because of you' as he innocently claimed. A poor attempt at defence and shifting the blame. Like it was your fucking fault. Like you were the one who made him crazy. Like you were luring him in.  

You swore to God you weren't. 

Addiction wasn't even the right word for it.  

Fuck, you had no idea what was.  

Obsession? Dependency? Compulsion? 

Devotion. 

You had tried to intervene time and time again. Wearing the tightest jeans possible only for those beautiful fingers to hook them down, leaving a gentle burn against your skin in his trail. Pantyhose under the dresses and skirts? Apparently, they were pretty easy to rip into. 'Non-breakable' your fucking ass. You should’ve sued them for false advertisement. 

You had even gone as far as blocking your schedule with the most insignificant events to get a little breather. But that inconsolable little shit always found you.  

But the shameful truth rested with you, tucked away in your heart. Because you and Kimi both knew it—you loved it.  

You loved his nose. You loved his mouth. And you loved that goddamn tongue.  

That was your problem. That stupid tongue. It was always out. When Kimi needed to focus on something. When he needed to pose for a picture. In interviews. When he listened. When he talked.  

It was always there. Teasing. Waiting. Reminding you of what was to come. What could make you cum.  

Just like he was doing now. Standing a couple metres away from you in the garage as you talked to Carmen and he entertained George and Toto, built arms folded and chocolate brown eyes flickering to you for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes, tongue peeking out of his mouth. 

"Is Kimi okay?" Carmen suddenly queried, making your throat dry as you snapped your eyes to her.  

The heat almost instantly grew in your cheeks. "W-What do you mean?" You stuttered, fingers already fidgeting. No way... there was no way... 

"He hasn't stopped looking our way, or your way, since you got here. Did you guys fight or something?" She asked, turning her head to you while she raised a brow.  

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, no. We didn't fight," you laughed nervously. You were definitely about to get into one by the sheer smirk settled on his face. "Um... I think he just wants to go home," you reasoned poorly. 

Carmen hummed, nodding in understanding. "George gets like that too. It's okay. Just a few more minutes." 

You gave her a tight smile and nodded. Sure. You were certain George was nothing like Kimi. Because the gleam in his eye told you that you would either barely make it to the car or make it to the hotel room. Or worse... somewhere else.  

Kimi vaguely listened to his boss talk, too preoccupied with the way you stood metres away from him in those jeans. God, those jeans. Clinging to you like they had specifically been made for you. You had no business looking this good all the goddamn time.  

His lips quirked at the discreet press of your thighs together, making his eyes flicker up to your face, spotting the narrowed gaze of annoyance from miles away.  

You always did that. Played the innocent, miffed girl. Like he was an inconvenience. But at the end of the day, it was always you screaming his name just the way he liked it, hips and legs shaking around him.  

You loved it as much as he did.  

The minutes had indeed passed by. Kimi's hand hung low over your waist as you both walked towards his car alongside Carmen and George. The conversation between you both was minimal. You could see the cogs in your boyfriend's brain turning, tongue peeking out of his mouth as his eyes flitted across the bare parking lot, observing the settling sun as the couple filled the air.  

"Okay," Carmen started, small yawn falling from her mouth, eliciting an amused smile from George. "I'm ready to go. You guys text me when you reach the hotel, yeah?" 

You smiled quietly, giving her a small nod. Would you even reach the hotel? "Of course," you assured, giving Kimi a nudge to not leave you hanging.  

He pressed his grin down, arm moving to grab George's hand for a brief shake. "Drive safe, mate." 

George nodded, giving the both of you a wave as they both headed towards their car, leaving the both of you alone for a moment.  

Kimi unlocked the car with the quick press of a button, opening the passenger door for you. He watched you eye him suspiciously as you propped yourself into the car. Closing the door gently, his footsteps were light and fast towards the other side of the vehicle.  

You sat in the passenger seat, all buckled. You took note of how Kimi made no effort to do the same as he sat down. Nor did he start the engine. Instead, his eyes move to the rear mirror. He waited. He watched. He listened.  

For the sound of George's car turning on. For the movement of those tyres to peel out of the parking lot. For him to leave. 

Somehow, you were waiting too. Carefully watching the taillights of George's car which had barely left the parking lot before Kimi was reaching over to undo your seatbelt. A sigh immediately left your mouth. "Kimi! Someone is going to catch us," you hissed, knowing damn well the churn in your stomach made all your excuses futile.  

"We're the last ones here," he retorted, fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans after unbuttoning them with ease. His tugs of the thick fabric are short and harsh as his lips fell to your neck; sinful tongue pressed against your burning skin.

Any other reprimand you had lined up had died in your throat, replaced by the curled gasps your lips had wrapped around. Your hips betrayed your mind, naturally lifting as he pulled your jeans down to your shoes, leaving his hands to roam your bare thighs.  

His words were muffled and heaved. "Been waiting for this all day," he groaned, placing a messy kiss on your lips, savouring the taste of your lip balm briefly.  

If you were in the right mind, you would've given him a blank look. He made it sound like you had starved him. Like he hadn't just made you see stars in the morning either.  

But you weren't. You could barely think with his lips and hands on you. Kimi always seemed to have that effect on you. Even with the ebbs of orange sun settling away through the car windows, reminding you where you were... you couldn’t be ashamed of the heat unfurling in your stomach.  

Kimi didn't take long to remove the barrier between him and all he wanted, making you draw a sharp breath as the cold air hit your pulsing cunt. His fingers pressed into your thighs, keeping them apart. A deep moan, unrestrained and reverent, fell from his lips. "My pretty, pretty girl," he praised.  

He wasn't talking to you. Not exactly.  

He smiled at the obvious clench of your pussy. A mirthful chuckle swirled deep from his chest. “Yeah... you missed me, didn't you, baby?" 

Your cheeks flamed at the treachery of your body. As if it couldn't get any worse, a yelp escaped your lips as Kimi grabbed your legs, hooking one up against headrest and the other on the dashboard, pants, underwear, and shoes long gone. Everything about it was smooth... natural because he had done it a million times.  

Kimi pulled his shirt off and leaned over the console, pupils dilated as he stared at the glistening mess right in front of him, heart hammering in his chest. Every fold primed with your slick, dripping out slowly.  

You complained here and there. He had heard them all. "We're in public, Kimi," or "I'm trying to go to sleep, Kimi." All of them baseless and weak.  

You just didn't get it. You hadn't tasted yourself like he had tasted you. Because if you had, you would understand why he couldn't stop.  

Your head pressed harshly into the car window behind you. Fuck, it was awkward. It hurt. But nothing else mattered when Kimi's mouth attached itself onto your cunt. The wicked tongue flat against you, lapping up the disloyal arousal pouring out of you. He always knew how to use it well. Matching every curve to every crevice. Every flick and lick.  

You squirmed against his face, hand inevitably reaching out to fist those beautiful brown curls. A strained cry escaped your throat as you pressed him further into you, feeing his groan vibrate through your body while his nose knocked against your clit.  

"Fuckkkk," you whimpered, gasping for air already while you watched him. 

His smirk was like a ghost imbedded into your cunt. Brief but present before he continued to drink you. You're sweet. Additively so. Sharp in a way that made him shudder. So homely it made him want to never pull away.  

Your breath caught as his tongue moved to your bundle of nerves, circling and flicking firmly. With your brows mending, you writhed, feeling his grip on your ankles tighten. "Kimi," you gasped, eyes shutting intermittently.  

He chuckled, barely taking a breath, lips coated and shining as he spoke. "You always act so annoyed," he stated, tone mocking. "But you're the one acting like this, belle. Hips moving for more. Tell me, baby. You love it, don't you?" 

The pleasure rippled through you as you felt his teeth graze your clit, brown eyes staring at you expectantly, smug smirk carved into his face. You heaved, sweat littering your skin. You waited. He waited. The air thick as the game begun.  

You could see it in his eyes. The thinning patience. Like a dog who had been told no. Except it was him doing it to himself. Waiting… standing by for your admission. For a greenlight.  

You weren't sure what was. The pulse of your core. His desperation. Or the bold truth that had slapped you right in the face.  

"Yes, Kimi. I love it." 

And that's all Kimi wanted. All he needed before he put his tongue back on you and sucked and prodded every crevice in his vicinity. His chest warmed at the burn of his scalp as your fingers tugged at his curls. The way the heels of your feet dug into his bare shoulders. Everything about you bringing him closer and closer.  

"Fuck, yes, Kimi," you cried out, hips rolling up against his tongue, making him hum between your puffy folds.  

Kimi couldn't stop. Like his fingers had been glued to your ankles while the wetness seeped from your pussy. You just tasted so good. It made him whine. Whine while his tongue flattened over you, slurping all the juices before they could escape.  

"Kimi, Kimi," you breathed harshly, pit of your stomach churning. Fuck, you weren't lasting. 

He said nothing, continuing his masterful artwork as his tongue travelled across the bulb and shaft of your clit with ease, bringing the burning flash right to the edge. 

And just like that, you came undone. Your hips shook against his face, juices running down your thighs and to your ass while the pleasure crashed over you, leaving you seeing white as your sob ripped through the empty air of his car.  

Kimi, the sly bastard, he didn't stop. He said he couldn't. Mouth still latched to your cunt, sucking you so good, letting you ruin his ability to breathe by stuffing his nose in you. God, he could die in this perfect cunt. It was decided. 

Your hips thrashed against his face, senses entirely overwhelmed with the tingles of pleasure and pain blending together like a good burn. "Kimi, come on," you mewled, eyes glossing over with tears, body torn with the second wave of pleasure building up.  

And yet, he apologised.  

"I'm so sorry, baby," he grunted, voice muffled while he dug his face deeper, making you choke on the air. "So fucking sorry. I love this. I love you so much. I can't stop," he moaned, just capturing a glimpse of your teary eyes. Oh how beautiful, you were.  

In seconds you were unravelling again, tears escaping your eyes as your thighs clamped down around his legs hard. Your gasps and sobs stuttered, music to his ears while dots threatened your vision and body spasmed hard.  

Kimi groaned with delight, licking you clean with every swallow. His breath warm and tainted with the taste of you washed over your cunt as he reluctantly pulled away, chest heaving. Bringing your ankles down so you could rest more comfortably, he watched you come down gently. His large hands rubbed the top of your thighs soothingly before he leaned forward and kissed you deeply.  

You softly hummed, feeling Kimi's forehead rest on yours as he pulled back just a smidge, thumb wiping your stained cheek.  

"Too much?" He queried quietly, resting his face on your bare knees, dismissive of the way the console dug into his side.  

You rolled your eyes, tapping his temple as he stared at you warmly. "You and I both know that wasn't your worse," you muttered, eliciting a cheeky grin on his face.   

You could still remember those days. Days where your brain had fought between pushing Kimi off and begging for more. Those days were Kimi couldn’t pull away, leaving you both in tears, apologies on the tip of his tongue as he ate you out.  

You shivered at the memories, goosebumps littering your skin.   

"If you were me, you'd understand,” Kimi mumbled, fingers trailing over your skin in odd circles. "If you were me, you wouldn't stop either." 

You pursed your lips, looking at him quietly, chest aching at his words. "Maybe," you whispered, hand moving through his curls.  

In some weird way, you understood.  

You understood it in the way you teased and complained.  

You understood it in the way you always wanted more. 

You understood it in the way you never asked him to stop.  

Whatever souls were made of, his and you were the same. Equally in love. Both equally fucked up. And you were perfectly okay with that. 

Charles sat rigid at the long conference table, jaw tight as the engineers droned on about tire compounds and race strategy not really paying attention because he’d rather be at him in bed with his girls his phone that day on the table vibrated twice he glanced down not expecting anything urgent but the notification made me pause.

He was sent a video which he would have expected to be about Leo because Alex loved to record the pup whenever and wherever. Smiling he grabbed his and unlocked it wanting to watch the video of the dog but what he saw made him suck in a breath.

The preview of the paused viewstopped Charles' breath; he could see Alexandra’s thighs were spread out on their silky sheets with y/n down between them, her hands holding onto Alex’s thighs placing a chaste kiss while looking up at the camera and the sight made Charles cock twitch.

Charles cleared his throat, mumbling something about needing the restroom and blotted out the conference room and went straight for his office and closed the door behind him and locked it.

Unlocking his phone Charles watched as Alexandra spread her thighs wider on the silk sheets her phone angled at y/n who had a tight grip on her thighs and began pressing soft kisses on her skin said kisses went lower and lower until y/n had buried her tongue in Alex’s cunt licking at her sweet girlfriends swollen clit.

“Fuck Charles” Alexandra moans her voice breathy and desperate “look at what your missing out on. Y/n’s tongue feels so good on my pussy.”

Charles lets out a low groan because he knows for a fact how good y/ns tongue was he remembers when she first got it got it pierced and after it healed she sucked on an ice cube making her mouth cold and when she took his hot cock in his mouth the touch of the cold ball of her piercing on his head made him want to cum alone.

Charles watches as Y/n pulls back enough to let the camera see her glistening chin before diving back into lick a long stripe from Alexandra entrance up to her swollen clit moan when y/n’s fingers enter her cunt.

Charles’s cock twitched leaking a few beads of pre cum using it to coat his cock as he fucked into his hand.

“Charles” Alexandra gasps again hips rolling and grinding into y/n’s face fucking herself “she’s eating me so good. I wish you were here to fuck is both. But since you are not her I want you to watch her fingers disappear inside me while she sucks on clot.” Alexandra commands handing y/n the phone.

“Hi Charlie we miss you so why don’t you do us a favor baby and ditch that born’ ass meeting and come home.” Y/n teases into the camera before showing her how her fingers were coated in Alex’s cum she pulls her fingers out and gives Alex one good slap to her pussy making her moan out loud as y/n slid her fingers back into her stretching her pussy out.

Charles watches as the phone was passed back over to Alex catching y/n as she went back to her task of eating her girlfriend out moaning against her cunt she adds another finger making Alexandra’s back arching off the bed.

The wet sounds of Y/n’s mouth fill the room slurping sucking the obscene noise of fingers pumping into a wet pussy filled the room and it was all Charles could focus on as he fucks his hand panting his balls tightening “Jesus Christ” he groans.

Y/n doubled down fingers curling against Alexandra’s G-spot while she sucks hard on her clit Alexandra’s thighs start shaking her moans groaning louder and more broken as y/n brings her closer to the edge the camera capturing every twitch and gasp and she cums pushing her cunt harder onto y/n’s face as y/n took everything Alex was giving to her.

Charles grip tightened; he stroked faster thumb swiping over the leaking tip on every upstroke. His eyes stayed locked on the screen as the video came to an end he opened his own camera and began to record.

Charles groaned his hips coming off the chair he angled his phone down with his free hand and captured his hand fisting his cock precum dripping down the length of his cock and on to his knuckles the phone catching the wet sounds.

His balls tightened and as he came hard thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and hand his low growl filled the office. When the last of the spurt landed he stopped recording breathing hard and still panting he sent the video to the girls with a message….